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Oct 2015
It's all ******* and everyone knows it's
a ***** hawk that hovers, but nobody bothers to say.

I am worn down by the West End and tired,
Eros has ******* me.

But it's ******* and I knew that it would be,
there is **** all for free and you pay through the nose,
some days it seems to me, that that's how it goes.

At any rate, I'm on a bus full of drunkards and we're passing through Aldgate and that's ******* too,
Who needs the night hawk when I have the ***** hawk hovering over my head.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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